Pyo-wol finally escaped the eyes of the watchers and reached the edge of the cliff.�

And there, he saw it.

A huge vertical cave with no end in sight.

The cave of unknown depth reminded Pyo-wol of the underground cave where he was born as an assassin.

At the entrance to the vertical cave, a gigantic pulley and a large box that could accommodate people could be seen. The size of the box was so huge that it looked like it can hold ten or more people at once.�

Judging by the length of the rope attached to the basket, the depth of the underground cave must be at least a hundred meters deep.�

Even if someone had managed to reach this place, they would not dare to descend.

This was because the moment they descend, if someone else cuts the rope from above, they would never see the light of the world again. There were only a few people in the world who would dare take such a risk and descend into the vertical cave.

One of them was Pyo-wol.

Pyo-wol was not afraid of the vertical cave of unknown depth.

After all, this place was awfully similar to where he was reborn as an assassin.

The dreary wind blowing from underground and the musty smell were all too familiar to him.

He could tell what kind of environment was unfolding even with his eyes closed.

To him, this environment was no different from home.

Therefore, without a moment�s hesitation, he threw himself down the vertical cave.

Whoosh!

Pyo-wol injected internal energy into his Black Dragon Robe. The cloak then opened wide, catching the wind.

This significantly slowed down his descent.� However, it was still not a speed a common person could handle.

Furthermore, an ordinary person would not have dared to even open their eyes due to the rough wind blowing from below. Yet, despite facing the harsh wind, Pyo-wol opened his eyes wide and looked down at his feet.

Everything beneath his feet was shrouded in darkness to the point that even he couldn�t distinguish where the void or floor was.

Even if Pyo-wol slowed down his descent with the Black Dragon Robe, if he crashed to the ground like this, he would get seriously injured.�

But Pyo-wol himself seemed utterly composed.

He was counting in his mind.

�Two hundred forty, two hundred sixty, two hundred eighty, now��

Pyo-wol released the Soul-Reaping Thread consecutively.

Thud! Thud!

The Soul-Reaping Thread stuck to the wall, slowing down his fall.

Every time the Soul-Reaping Thread was unable to withstand his speed and weight, it would snap into two, so he would emit another.

After emitting the Soul-Reaping Thread more than a dozen times, Pyo-wol was able to come to a complete stop.

Pyo-wol looked down, still holding on to the Soul-Reaping Thread.� JrNovels.com